Chapter 26 Suppressing the Sheng Family
At night, the entire manor was immersed in darkness, with only the light in the study still on.
"Master, what the young lady said..."
Uncle Zhou just opened his mouth but was interrupted by Old Man Ming before he could finish his words.
"Go and investigate the Sheng family yourself."
Mr. Ming spoke in a low voice, tapping his knuckles on the table, his brow furrowed.
Although just now they were comforting Mingzhu in a gentle voice, saying that it was just a nightmare.
But they both understood each other tacitly.
It's unlikely that this is false.
Old Master Ming suddenly remembered that he had asked an old Zen master to read Mingzhu's fortune many years ago.
"Miss Ming is the reincarnation of the Magnolia Fairy from Heaven. She has fair skin and bones, and is born rich. But..." The old Zen master sighed softly after saying this.
"Your love life may be full of ups and downs, but it may also bring you disasters. Your love life may be bumpy."
He was about to ask further questions when he saw the old Zen master's brows suddenly relax and he smiled.
"But this girl is blessed with a bright future. After all, there is light at the end of the tunnel... After all, there is light at the end of the tunnel..."
No matter how much Mr. Ming asked later.
The old Zen master just smiled and said nothing.
"The old Zen master is indeed the true Buddha..."
Old Master Ming muttered to himself.
"I'll do it right away." Uncle Zhou's expression was stern, but he hesitated, "The pocket watch that the lady mentioned..."
"try to find."
Mr. Ming spoke firmly, without a trace of hesitation.
He promised Mingzhu not to look for the watch, but the matter was of great importance and he had to prepare for it.
Uncle Zhou left quickly after receiving the order and went to investigate overnight.
Old Master Ming sat alone in the bright study.
Looking at the thick night outside the window, his expression became more gloomy.
He knew better than anyone that he couldn't stay with Mingzhu for the rest of her life.
A pearl cannot be made into a useful object.
With such a huge family business, someone has to carry Mingzhu's weight and someone has to continue to support Mingzhu.
This is the only jewel in his palm.
He would definitely pave all the way for her.
The morning sun shines into the restaurant through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Mingzhu sipped her soy milk and suddenly realized something was missing: "Grandpa, where's Uncle Zhou? Why don't I see him?"
Mr. Ming picked up a shrimp dumpling and placed it in her bowl. He smiled and said, "He's going to do something and will be back later."
"Then grandpa isn't going to the company today?"
Mingzhu tilted her head, with confusion in her eyes.
She remembered that at this time of year, her grandfather would have already left the house.
Grandpa Ming teased her deliberately: "I'm afraid some little crybaby won't be able to find grandpa when he wakes up and will start crying again. It's not too late to go later."
"Grandpa is the best."
Instead of refutation, Mingzhu smiled sweetly while biting the shrimp dumpling, her cheeks puffing out like a little hamster.
It was obvious from that look that the old man's heart was melting.
"Then Zhuzhu, do you want to accompany grandpa to the company to play?"
Mr. Ming couldn't help but suggest.
Mingzhu shook her head and suddenly said seriously, "Grandpa, I want to go find the old Zen master who came to our house before."
Mr. Ming paused slightly while holding his chopsticks: "Why do you suddenly want to see the Zen Master?"
"Ever since we went through all this," Mingzhu put down her chopsticks and looked at Old Man Ming with clear eyes.
"I always feel that everything is destined by God. I want to seek peace of mind."
Mr. Ming stared at Mingzhu for a moment before nodding: "Okay, I'll let Old Li take you there later."
He turned around and told the servant to prepare the car, and added: "Remember to bring a coat, the mountain wind is cold."
"I know, thank you grandpa!" Mingzhu smiled with her eyes curved.
Mr. Ming just arrived at the office.
Uncle Zhou rushed back exhausted.
"Grandpa, I've checked it out." Uncle Zhou placed a stack of documents on the desk with a serious expression.
"It's almost exactly the same as what the young lady said."
Even a family like the Sheng family dares not treat the young lady well.
Then Sheng Yuan would have to think twice about even carrying her shoes, let alone marrying her.
There is indeed a Sheng family in Beijing, but now it is just an insignificant second-rate family.
And that child named Sheng Yuan.
He is only six years old now and has just started primary school.
Mr. Ming held the document.
Thinking of the marriage Mingzhu described.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Since Mingzhu felt that the marriage was useless and dispensable.
As a grandfather, he naturally has to clear away obstacles for his granddaughter.
"Let them disappear from the circle." Old Master Ming's voice was calm, but unquestionable.
"You don't have to go too far, but make sure they never have the chance to get close to Zhuzhu again."
The Ming family has always abided by the law in doing business.
Naturally, they will not do anything illegal.
To deal with the Sheng family, business tactics are enough.
Making them unable to enter the upper class circle forever should be a heavier blow than any other.
Uncle Zhou nodded in understanding: "I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on it. Also..."
He lowered his voice and continued, "Regarding that pocket watch, there's an ancient legend in a remote mountainous area near the Alps that mentions a magical artifact that can reverse time."
So much to find out in such a short time.
This is enough to show the huge scale of the Ming family's information network.
Old Master Ming's eyes moved, but he soon calmed down again.
"Let Ah Xin take the others to continue the investigation. We must find the person at any cost."
Mr. Ming has been in a high position for many years and never likes to be passive.
He always wants to keep all variables firmly under his control.
Mingzhu stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the outline of the ancient temple that was faintly visible in the lush forest, feeling a little surprised.
This temple was far different from the magnificent and golden one she had imagined.
There is neither a grand mountain gate nor smooth stone steps.
The only way up is by relying on the original steps carved out of the mountain.
"Miss, this..."
Mr. Ming's assistant, who was following behind him, spoke up and noticed the confusion on Mingzhu's face.
Before she could finish her words, Mingzhu had already stepped onto the first step.
There are still traces of shovel digging on the steps.
The center has been trampled flat and moss has grown on the edges.
There are quite a few stones embedded in it, which are a bit uncomfortable to step on.
Mingzhu specially changed into hiking boots, so she didn't find it difficult to walk.
"The old man wanted to fund the renovation back then," the assistant explained to Mingzhu from behind.
"But the old Zen master insisted on practicing asceticism and declined all the donated incense money.
"Miss, why don't you wait in the car?" the female bodyguard suggested, looking at the steep mountain road. "We'll go and ask the Zen master to come down."
Although she had lived a life of luxury since childhood, the Ming family's upbringing made her more knowledgeable than ordinary people.
"Need not."
Mingzhu shook her head slightly without stopping, and beads of sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.
I once again remembered the old Zen master’s warning at that time.
Sincere heart.
The mountain doesn't look high, but it is extremely difficult to climb.
When the mottled and dilapidated temple walls finally appeared through the lush woods.
Mingzhu was already exhausted and out of breath.
The people following behind him climbed up one after another.
Mingzhu held her knees and breathed slowly and steadily.
Looking at this simple temple in front of me.
The walls are white and the tiles are green, with an old copper bell hanging on the eaves. It is so worn out that it no longer makes a sound even when blown by the wind.
"arrive."
Mingzhu let out a long sigh and straightened her sweat-soaked collar.
There are several old pine trees planted in front of the temple. The cracked bark looks like dragon scales, which makes it more Zen.
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